RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tiptoeing through the clouds above, feeling their
essence as they float by, taking one for rides
across the countryside.
Now galloping on horseback through their cloudy
vitality on the way to fantasies of rhyming poetry.
Giving an energy, coming from somewhere in
subconsciousness, deeply set in intellect and always
connected, ready to move quickly into realms of
Never leaving a moment to chance, taking daring
illusions and placing them into depths of what is
being carried around in thoughts of memory.
Letting all feelings and senses come through without
barriers or obstacles standing in the way.
Beautiful stories of an essence continually filling
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